today i am going to exermacise and then i am going to spend 7 hours playing we love katamari and then when my pupils are dilated the size of anime characters i will sew some felt friends for emo kids. FFFEK! new company name! GENIUS! maybe i will sew a felt journal or a book of poetry! first i am going to try and make a cigarette for the punk rock kids.

toronto lesbian friends are welcome to come over today and make felt people with me.

we got we heart katamari and as soon as i am done sewing my felt kitty and fil eats some turkey sausages we are going to play it i am so excited.

BUA HA HA HAH AH AH AH AH HA

they thought we were having an actual gay blogger party.

AHH HA!

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Don Quixote
The Inside Story Entertainment editor

last nite we went to get the new vice at american apparel rather i did and also bought a forty dollar shirt and fil got mad at me when i finally got back to the car and i was all I DIDN’T EVEN TRY IT ON! it was worth it though. WORTH IT!

FINALLY my two front teeth are the same length, what a difference. my mum was all you have model teeth at the pharmacy and i was like sweet then looked in a mirror and it was true except my teeth are yellow.

i brought fil’s ipod so i wouldn’t have to listen to easy rock music and ended up turning the volume way down so i could eavesdrop on the nurse asking the dentist a hundred questions about mp3’s and computers, unngh.

this morning i asked fil if he was vin diesel because he works out.

fil: no, but i could kick vin diesel’s ass!

raymi: pffffffffft yeah right vin diesel just heard that and is on his way over right now to kick your ass!

then fil locked himself in the bathroom.

we rented Prozac Nation finally, i read it when i was in Wimbledon and immediately decided that Lizzie was me. i remember reading it in this cafe in Rayne’s park and spent like 50 pounds on wine and coffees and sandwiches and i wrote ten million quotes in my journal, whatever nerd. so the movie was nicely done, not exactly true to the book though but still, pretty accurate despite christina ricci’s shitty crying. you do get to see her tits.